Today
All the prayers have gone unanswered;
The gods, it seems,
Have gone on holiday,
/
Smoking Cuban cigars,
Betting galaxies and lives
As they laugh and play
Russian roulette
/
Today
The world’s been left ungoverned;
The gods, they know
It’s too busy to rebel,
/
Selling and buying souls,
Some dirt-cheap, and others so
High-priced that even the gods
Must bargain for them
/
Today
All the dead’ve been left unburied,
And those who have survived
Have lost their minds;
/
There was no one to pray
To, and nobody to blame,
No role model to abide
By the rules of the game
/
Today
The world has all but ended;
Because the gods have gone
On holiday
I have certainly had those feelings in the past….you present the frustration with how our course of life heads sometimes very well in your poem.
Thank you! Frustration was in the air today as my knee surgery has been postponed yet again. Besides, I’ve been missing my Habanos :).
I’m glad the gods are on a holiday. Hope it’s forever. We are no longer their playthings.
Everyone needs a holiday. Especially, given that we are some out-of-control playthings :)!